REMEMBER YOUR SINS Koatri
It was back when you and Tipora were just starting out. The red ink on your backs was still inflamed and scarred. Tipora was young and filled with youthful rage, and had somehow convinced you to come along for one of her targets.
It hadn’t gone at all like you were expecting, actually. But maybe you shouldn’t have expected any differently.
There wasn’t any talking. No trying to convince them. Tipora set her traps–but she was learning and made her mistakes, so in the end it was hand-to-hand combat.
In the end, you caught them between the ribs with your sword, stunned by the bloodspatter on your face and running down your arms. Ot felt wrong. So horribly wrong. Tipora pulled the body off of you, and helped you move your shocked body off the ground. Once on your feet, you looked Tipora in the eye witht he most seriousness she had ever seen you muster.
“I think I’ll leave the fighting to you. I’m never doing this again.”